Why are you so hiding
Depriving the world from your light?
Is it a feeling of worthlessness
of doubting and downplaying your very gift?
Is it the fear of exposing your naked heart to the world
and being judged for who you are
making you flee in anticipation of the hurt to come?
Is it the terror of irrevocable failure that is holding you in place
because your Dream is too important for you to lose?
Your prose and your poetry, your voice and your music
are invaluable gifts for the ears and the eyes they connect with
Stop hiding and stifling them within the inner fumes of your fears
Stop drowning into the darkness of this smoke
Recognize it for what is it, unsubstantial gas
And blow it away with the brightness of your inspiration
given life in ink and colors and sounds
A volcano does not hide
It uses the inner warmth lying at its very core
and shower nearby lands with its boiling lava
that if given enough time becomes the best of molds
Be that volcano in your art
Blow your creativity
burning the hearts of those who come too close
With the promise that, as their skin heals
they’ll grow into a closer version of their true selves
You’ll first have to accept the pain yourself
since each time a volcano explodes
it burns and covers the slopes of its own dome, its own body
before filling nearby valleys